Ted Leonard - Hot daughter peeps

Al plunged his wet cock into her squishy ass until every last drop of jism was out of his pisshole. Then he let her tight ass squeeze his prick out. It plopped out and kissed her squirmy cunt and Tracy laughed sensuously.

When he released her body, she fell onto her back and panted for breath. Her blue eyes were sparkly.

"Now I've really been fucked!" she announced. "And just yesterday I was a virgin!"

Tracy awoke the next morning feeling creamy-dreamy. She stretched her slender arms over her head and curled kittenishly in her bed. Her blue eyes opened slowly and she stared at the ceiling for a long time.

Horny scenes danced in her pretty head, like flashes of a fuck film. She saw Al Benson's enormous, wet cock, saw him eating her pussy, saw herself blowing his prick, saw him fucking her cunt – and then her ass!

"Oh, wow!" she breathed. "Was that all a dream?"

She slipped her hands under the covers, down her lithe young body to her pussy. She opened her lop wide and her fingers explored her hot crotch. She touched her clit and cunt, then her asshole, and she jerked on the bed.

It wasn't a dream! she thought hotly. Golly, Mr. Benson busted my cherry! I'm not a virgin any more! Wow, how he fucked me!

Corning fully awake, a slow smile lifted the corners of her pretty mouth and she stroked her pussy and ass quietly, remembering every detail. She moaned.

Animated by her horny memories, she leaped out of bed and padded, naked, into the bathroom where she took a nice pee. Then she showered and brushed her golden hair. Back in her room, she posed nude in front of her full length mirror and smiled at herself.

She cupped her jutting tits and played with them for a moment before spreading her legs and teasing her pussy a little.

I don't look any different, she observed in the mirror. I still look like a virgin. I thought it would show.

She giggled at herself and whirled away from the mirror. She pranced into her mother's room and found Carol dead asleep. She tried to awaken her for breakfast, but Carol was out of it.

"Let me sleep a little longer, darling," Carol murmured. "Fix yourself some breakfast and get to school."

"Okay, Mom," Tracy said sweetly. She gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. "Sleep tight."

She must have had a rough night, she told herself over breakfast. That man, Phil, must be really something. Mom looks like she's all fucked out. I wonder what it's like to be all fucked out.

After breakfast, Tracy returned to her room, still naked with her pussy tingling because she had played with it all through her meal. She pulled on a yellow minidress. It was a silky thing, cut low across her jutting tits and high on her curvy young thighs. She liked being naked in it.

She stepped into her sandals and got her history book from her dressing table. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, she headed out for school. Passing Mr. Benson's house, her nipples erected in her tight dress and her cunt buzzed. She couldn't wait to get home!

As far as Tracy was concerned, this was the longest day she'd ever spent at school. She thought it would never end. It was her first day as a non-virgin, and she couldn't keep her mind on the schoolwork at all. All she could think about was Al Benson's giant prick, so hard and hot and wet.

By the end of the school day, her pussy was drenched. And hot. And horny! And hungry. She left her schoolbooks behind and dashed all the way home, her cute little ass twitching as she ran. She turned a lot of male eyes, boys' and men's, and never knew it.

She was always a good girl, so she knew she should check in with her mother before she tried to figure out a way to get into Mr. Benson's house without Carol knowing it.

When she burst into the house, breathless and bubbly, she almost tripped over her own feet. The man named Phil was sitting on the sofa with her mother.

"Oh!" she said. "Sorry."

"What's the rush?" Carol wanted to know. "Nothing," Tracy said, keeping her eyes on her mother while she knew Phil's eyes were all over her.

"I want you to meet my friend," Carol said. "Phil, this is Tracy. Tracy, this is Phil Smith. He's the manager of the company your father used to work for."

Phil was on his feet and he took Tracy's hand in his and his eyes danced over her pretty face, then dropped to her half-naked young tits.

"You didn't tell me she was a little nymph," he said, and a thrill shot through Tracy's cunt.

She blushed a little and took her hand away from his. Her eyes danced over his handsome face and then glanced down at his lap. He was wearing jeans, and it looked, like he had a chunky crotch.

"Never mind the flirting," Carol said and gave Phil a push with her hand. "We've been waiting for you, Tracy. We're going to an afternoon movie, but I wanted to let you know first."

Hmmmm, Tracy thought cleverly, this is getting serious. It must mean something when a divorced mother introduces her boyfriend to her children. I wonder what it would be like to be called Tracy Smith.

"That's neat, Mom," she said to Carol to put the woman at ease about the date. "I'll be all right till you get back."

Carol turned to Phil. "Meet me out in the car, Phil. I want to talk to Tracy a minute."

When he was gone, Carol turned to her pretty daughter.

"If you're going to stay in the house, make sure the doors are locked. And stay away from Mr. Benson. We should be back around six."

"Mom," Tracy said, "what's this all about? We used to be such great friends with the Benson's. Why do I have to watch out for Mr. Benson?"

Carol heaved a sigh. "We're going to have to have a nice woman-to-woman talk one of these days. For now, just trust me when I say you don't want to go near Mr. Benson. He's not a nice man."

"But he is!" Tracy objected.

Carol was forced to speak. "Oh, Tracy," she sighed. "Mr. Benson is a dirty aid man since Jean left him. He doesn't have a woman, darling, and you're… well… growing up to be a very sexy young girl. Understand? And he watches dirty moves on his TV. Jean told me all about him."

"I have to go now. I'll tell you all about it when we have more time."

That was exactly what Mr. Benson said! He was going to tell her why Carol doesn't trust him when he had more time. What was the mystery all about?

Mr. Benson would tell her! she realized. So, the minute her mother drove off with Phil Smith, she beat a hasty path around to Mr. Benson's house. With tits heaving and pussy ready for stiff cock, she knocked on his kitchen door.

There was no answer, and Tracy knocked again, a little harder. Oh, no, she thought, knocking yet again. Oh, no. No, no, no! He wasn't home!

Her young heart sank behind her taut, horny tits, but she didn't waste too much time lamenting. Her young mind flashed on her mother's magazines and vibrator. Thank God! she thought, and dashed back to her own house.

But when she was on tip-toes in the bedroom closet, reaching for the vital shoebox, there was a knock on the front door.

"Oh, darn!" she blurted, and pranced to the door. Her blue eyes went wide and her mouth fell open.

"Can I come in?" Phil Smith asked.

"Uhhhh, well, yes, but…"

She backed up as the big man entered and closed the door. His eyes traveled up and down her curvy young body in a cute little yellow dress and Tracy felt naked in front of him.

"I told Carol I just remembered an important business engagement," he explained. "I'll pick her up at the movie around six."

Tracy was genuinely puzzled. "Why did you do that?"

"I think you know why," Phil grinned. "I saw the way you looked at me before. Carol may think you're a sweet little virgin, but I know better."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"I saw you peeking at us yesterday," he said.